Time flies.
A year has passed, and Ron is now six years old, while Vivian is eight.
On a spring morning, Ron, holding a wooden sword, practiced with his father, Borg.
There were three female audience members present: Tina, the mother; Martha, the maid; and Vivian, the maid.
Ron’s father was a formidable opponent for six-year-old Ron, but Ron was never afraid, even when his father attacked without restraint.
The Demon Swordsman possesses the fearless side of a true swordsman.
superior!
Holding the wooden sword behind him, Ron channeled his limited elemental power into his legs, rushed forward, and slashed the wooden sword diagonally upwards.
Borg was slightly startled.
Well done, little guy! After a year of training, you've already applied the elements to this extent.
The larger wooden sword blocked downwards.
Peng…
One sword strikes upward, the other downward; at the point of impact, a loud sound is heard.
Ron thought to himself:
"wind!"
A small amount of wind element rose up around him.
Ron unleashed the movement technique he learned from Professor Borg: "Wind Step!"
With a single step, the body felt light due to the wind element, and turning around, another strike was launched.
Unfortunately, Borg's father was more agile, and Borg blocked another sword strike as predicted.
puff!
Using the wind elemental power from this sword strike, Ron took a step back.
A little magic trick.
"Earth spikes!"
He chanted a spell, and a magic circle appeared in front of him. At the midpoint between the two, a spike of earth was launched.
Borg, who was charging at him, had no choice but to jump away.
Ron suddenly raised his sword again to meet the air, and after several exchanges, he finally completed yet another small family test.
Vivian stepped forward and handed Ron a bottle of water; the scene on his father's side was roughly the same.
After a while, Borg laughed and patted Ron on the shoulder: "Little Ron has made great progress in this sparring session, so I'll give you a day off."
"Do you want a holiday? Actually..."
"Always practicing with a tense attitude is not good for training."
"Alright then, Father, I'll relax a bit today."
Ron was helpless; he couldn't very well say, "I'm mentally mature enough that this level of training is nothing." ╮(～▽～)╭
Finally receiving his father's attention, Ron turned to the side and said, "Vivian, accompany the young master on an inspection tour of the territory."
“Okay! Young Master.” Vivian was different. Being young, she loved to have fun, and even the sensible Vivian wanted to go out and play more…
Seeing Vivian's behavior, Ron thought that he should go out for walks every now and then, even if it was just for Vivian's sake.
Until the two little ones went out.
The guards outside the lord's manor followed the two.
Maids may be few, but a lord must have military power; otherwise, how can he govern his territory? Besides, there are mutated wild beasts around the territory, so the lord trains a guard of about a hundred men year-round.
Some dangerous territories even have universal conscription, something Sandy Territory can't match.
If a guard performs exceptionally well, Lord Borg will also teach elementalists training methods.
The two male gatekeepers walked away with the two children.
Tina came over to Borg's side: "That child, isn't he pushing himself too hard? This is just typical childhood behavior..."
"There's no other way. Given the current situation of my Lance family, how about this: once Ron comes of age, we'll grant him the title of lord as soon as possible, which will be our compensation."
"Fortunately, this child is sensible, hardworking at a young age, and exceptionally talented!"
"Why are you talking about the future?"
"Being a baron is not easy; of course, you have to plan for the future."
"Is there going to be war on the front lines, and the royal family is increasing taxes?"
“That’s possible. We must save this tax. Otherwise, it will be even more difficult for my Lance family to lead troops to be conscripted… I hope Ron grows up quickly.”
"..."
In this other world, most adults in every family are always worrying about this and that.
Ron is currently with Vivian, not thinking much, leisurely strolling around the territory. He'll handle the future matters himself; he'll take it slow. Ron has always believed that the future is bright.
Two tall, burly men stood in front of the line, followed by a boy and a girl.
As they walked through the fields, local people would occasionally stop and look at the young lord.
Since Borg was still popular, most of the people in the territory wore friendly expressions.
“Pence, you’re still out here so early to tend to the rice paddies.”
"Young Master, you're mistaken. It's getting late, the sun's already high in the sky. Have you finished your training, Young Master?"
"Of course it's done."
"..."
Ron came closer and was talking to one of the old men, Pence, in the field.
The reason Ron could exchange a few words with him was that old man Pence wasn't too averse to the nobility; when facing other farmers, he was generally very timid and hesitant with whatever Ron asked...
There are two classes between nobles and commoners. Similarly, ordinary people know that the children of nobles have much heavier responsibilities than ordinary children.
Ron joined the training program himself, running around carrying heavy loads. The people were impressed by Ron's hard work and felt safe knowing that their future lord would be strong, so they all respected the young master more.
After a few words of small talk, Ron said, "Uncle Pence, don't worry about me. You go about your business."
"Alright, young master."
Ron said nothing more and went to study the rice plants from the other world.
The crops were much taller than in his previous life, almost as tall as six-year-old Ron.
Ron couldn't help but study it every time, and eventually came to his own conclusion: it might be because in the magical world, food crops evolved into elemental plants.
Every time I eat this kind of food, I feel it will be beneficial for meditation or swordsman training...
Remembering something, Ron had to bother Pence again.
"Pence, are there pests in this rice paddy?"
What are pests?
Ron meant to say something like locusts, but what came out was: "Pests that devour grain and leaves!"
"Yes, of course we do, but we'll be careful to pick their eggs and step on them..."
I suspect it might not be locusts, and this should help reduce the damage.
Farmers in this other world have their own set of planting methods!
Ron smiled and walked away from Pence.
Ron strolled along calmly, while Vivian looked around with her eyes. In fact, many of the villagers were not only greeting Ron, but also Vivian.
The adorable Vivian was already very popular before she became a maid at the lord's manor. Now that she's the young lord's personal maid, she's attracting envious glances in no time...
Joining a lord's manor is like having a secure job in your previous life. If you are an ambitious member of the lord's family, you may even become a minor nobleman who is a vassal of the local nobles and eventually enter the ranks of the nobility.
Ron gradually experienced the customs of different worlds.
Just then, Ron encountered another rare scene.
A garden magician casts a rain spell to irrigate the farmland...
A scene rarely seen throughout the year: a large crowd has gathered in front of us.
Intrigued, Ron and his group quickened their pace.
"Young Master Ron has arrived."
"Young Master Ron has arrived."
"..."
The people whispered among themselves and spontaneously made way for each other.
Ron and his three companions naturally secured a good spot.
In the center of the crowd, surrounded by a middle-aged magician, dressed in magician's robes, who appeared somewhat solemn.
His spellcasting took a long time this time, unlike the single-target spells exclusive to magic swordsmen that Ron had learned.
Magic can be fast or slow, and its power varies greatly.
The language of the incantation: "..."
The words spoken in ancient times were incomprehensible to the common people, but they inexplicably felt that every syllable uttered by the middle-aged magician possessed a mysterious power.
“…” After the last syllable, a complex magic circle appeared in the air above the magic wand that the magician had raised.
Every compound spell, every environmental spell, is a great invention in the history of magic.
Soon, small patches of dark clouds gathered in the sky.
Rain fell from the sky.
Water magic, rain magic.
Raindrops fell on Ron's face, bringing a refreshing feeling. Each time he experienced these raindrops, he felt a different emotion and sensation. (*＾-＾*)
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